But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years have I still to live, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?
Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
I mean, brothers and sisters, the appointed time has grown short; from now on, let even those who have wives be as though they had none,
If mortals die, will they live again? All the days of my service I would wait until my release should come.
The king said to Barzillai, “Come over with me, and I will provide for you in Jerusalem at my side.”